Medusa

They laugh, point, mock, 

Stare

Oh do they stare, 

With such venom and hate that it spreads like fire,

Engulfing every single person in its wake, 

Expect me.

I am the lone girl, 

The one with the freakish hair and darkened glasses,

They mock me for my crushes, 

Harass me in ways inhumane,

Threaten to fight me if I look their way. 

I was once a pretty girl, 

With long silky hair and perfect eyes,

Jealousy sparked,

When a certain football player tried to court me,

And by the hand of the queen of the school, 

I was made into the ugliest girl in my grade.

I no longer wish to be their target, 

Why did I suffer for being beautiful?

For someone else’s obsessive desires? 

No more, 

No more will I hide my hair,

No more will I hide my eyes, 

No more will I hide my fangs, 

No more will I hide my hate, 

They will learn, 

Oh they’ll learn, 

Just how entrapping my stare can be,

Trapping them all in a hollow shell, 

Forever to be adorned in grey,

Unmoving and unspoken, 

Just how they should be.